The next morning, Xie Qing reported to Li Yaoying: "My lord, the guards of Yiningfang said that Princess Fukang has been going to Yiningfang frequently recently, and she has been there three times in half a month."
After putting on her makeup, Yao Ying looked at herself in the mirror, pressed the emerald green gold foil flower on her forehead with her fingertips, and asked, "What is she doing in Yiningfang?"
Xie Qing stood outside the twelve-panel folding screen, his back straight, and answered, "I heard that they went to the Zoroastrian temple to watch the Zoroastrian rituals."
Most of the Hu merchants believed in Zoroastrianism. A Zoroastrian temple was built in Yiningfang, and the Hu people often held sacrificial ceremonies in the temple.
Yaoying put down the sunflower-shaped mother-of-pearl bronze mirror, and her doubts grew even heavier.
Zhu Luyun was bent on revenge and would never go to the ancestral temple to watch Zoroastrians breathe fire and practice swordplay.
Sai Zor is just a cover to deceive people.
Why did she suddenly lower herself to interact with the Hu people?
Did she want to bribe the Hu people to assassinate Li De?
In the book, Zhu Luyun attempted assassination many times, but failed every time.
At first, Zhu Luyun thought that Li Xuanzhen was secretly blocking her revenge plan, but later she realized that Li De had actually known that she wanted to assassinate her.
Li De pretended to be ignorant and kept her by his side in order to catch all the remnants of the previous dynasty.
Yao Ying asked Xie Qing to continue sending people to follow Zhu Luyun.
She was not worried about Li De's safety, but was afraid that it would implicate Concubine Xie and Li Zhongqian.
Xie Qing took his leave.
The maid Chunru entered the room, smiling as she brought over a dark blue embroidered silk shawl with a flower and bird pattern.
Li Yaoying took it and put it on her arm. She used silver powder to paint stars on the shawl. Under the sunlight, flowers and birds seemed to be flowing among the stars, vivid and brilliant.
Chun Ru smiled and said, "At the Spring Festival Banquet next month, you will surely be the most stunning lady in Beijing."
It is customary to compete for peony flowers at the Spring Festival banquet, but everyone knows that the final decision depends on the person.
The Seventh Princess was extremely graceful and elegant, and she had a new and unique bright brocade dress to match. In addition, the Second Prince spent tens of thousands of gold to buy the King of Peonies from Luoyang, the Eastern Capital. At that time, everyone was dressed in beautiful clothes and had beautiful flowers. Who could compare with the princess?
Yao Ying rubbed her scarf and said, "Don't bother with all this. I won't be attending the Spring Festival this year."
She and Li Zhongqian agreed to go to Qujiang together to enjoy the spring.
Chun Ru was stunned, with a look of pity on her face: "The maid of the prime minister's wife told everyone that you would definitely attend this year's Spring Festival Banquet. The young men in Jingzhao Prefecture were so happy that they jumped up and down. I heard that they were all busy making new clothes. The brocade and silk in the East and West Markets were almost sold out by them. The prices of facial powder and gemstones for jade belts also increased. The foreign merchants made a lot of money."
The Seventh Princess is a beautiful lady of noble birth. The young men from the aristocratic families in the capital have long admired her but have no chance to get close to her.
When people heard that she would attend the Spring Festival Banquet at the Prime Minister's Residence, the threshold of the residence was almost broken down by people who came to ask for invitations.
The young men were extremely excited and began preparing half a month in advance, using incense, bathing, applying makeup, and vowing to crush other competitors at the Spring Viewing Banquet.
If the Seventh Princess doesn't go, half of the people at the banquet will probably be disappointed.
Listening to Chunru's vivid description of how the young men from high-class families in Beijing put on makeup, Li Yaoying couldn't help laughing: nowadays men consider putting on makeup as beauty, and she really couldn't appreciate that.
"It's a pity that you are not going..."
Chunru remembered something and her eyes rolled.
"I heard that the third son of the Zheng family will also go to the Spring Festival Banquet and compete with the children of the Wang family, the Cui family, and the Lu family in poetry writing!"
Yao Ying raised her eyebrows.
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Zheng Jing, the third son of the Zheng family, is the designated candidate for the emperor's son-in-law.
Everyone knows that Zheng Jing is the eldest son of the Zheng family, but his talent is far inferior to that of his half-brother Zheng Dalang.
Li De had praised Zheng Dalang in public many times.
Rumor has it in the capital that Zheng Dalang will take over his father's official position in the future, while Zheng Jing, who is mediocre in talent, will stay in the clan to manage the Zheng family affairs.
Only Li Yaoying knew that Zheng Jing was a man of hidden talent. Although he seemed inconspicuous at the moment, he would rise rapidly in the future and become the prime minister.
After middle age, Li Xuanzhen became confused and irritable, and his several expeditions almost brought down the Wei Dynasty. After his death, the court was in turmoil for several times, and it was thanks to Zheng Jing's maturity and prudence that the situation was stabilized.
Zheng Jing assisted three generations of emperors throughout his life, held power in both the government and the country, and was even able to influence the dethronement of emperors at one point.
Zheng's father had arranged a marriage for Zheng Jing.
A few years ago, that family unfortunately died in the war.
According to what was written in the book, Zheng Jing built a tomb for his fiancée and never married a wife in his entire life. However, he took in many concubines and had children one after another, so that he had to expand the backyard, otherwise it would not be big enough to accommodate them.
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Li Yaoying had met Zheng Jing several times and had no special impression of him.
When Chunru mentioned it, she still couldn't remember Zheng Jing's facial features. She only vaguely remembered that he was tall, thin, and gentle, no different from other children from wealthy families.
In the past few years, Yao Ying has been wary of Li Xuanzhen, and because she is still young, she has never thought about getting married.
The marriage to the Zheng family was arranged by Li Zhongqian without her knowledge. He made a verbal covenant with Zheng's father before going to the war.
Li De was not kept secret from this matter; the news came from Li De's close attendants.
Thinking of this, Yao Ying couldn't help but snort.
The second brother actually arranged a husband for her without saying a word!
When he comes back, I must beat him up first!
Spring is like a silent sigh.
She deliberately mentioned Zheng Sanlang, but the princess remained indifferent. It seemed that this year's Spring Festival Banquet would really be given to other people.
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The weather was getting brighter day by day, the cherries in the villa were ripe, the spring was in full swing, the palace was shaded by green willows, and the apricot blossoms were as white as snow.
Xie Qing reported Zhu Luyun's whereabouts to Li Yaoying every day.
Zhu Luyun seemed to have lost interest in Saizun and had not left the house since that day.
However, her servants traveled between the Princess's Mansion and Yiningfang every day to deliver messages, and their whereabouts were mysterious.
Yao Ying thought: Zhu Luyun might really be planning an assassination.
On the one hand, she asked Xie Qing to continue to pay attention to Zhu Luyun, and on the other hand, she was worried and hoped that Li Zhongqian would return safely as soon as possible.
The battle report was sent back from the front, Li De led the royal division back in triumph, but encountered some mishaps on the way, so his return date is uncertain.
Yao Ying looked anxiously and kept sending people to find out the situation.
It was originally said that he would be able to return to Beijing by the end of the month, but by mid-April, Li Zhongqian was still nowhere to be found.
Early that morning, Yaoying drank a cup of sugarcane syrup and cherry cheese, then leaned on a felt mat in the corridor, leaning against her hidden bag, and looked through the account books sent from various places.
The wind is gentle and the petals are falling in front of the corridor.
Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard from deep in the corridor.
The maid in Concubine Xie's palace came over in a hurry.
"My Lord, my wife is ill again!"
Yao Ying immediately put down the account book, put on her clogs, walked down the corridor, and hurried to the main hall to sleep.
Just as she passed through the corridor, she heard a noisy crowd ahead and a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair and a haggard face walked towards her, stumbling and falling.
Seven or eight palace maids gathered around, wanting to support the woman but afraid of scaring her.
Yao Ying walked forward quickly, frowned slightly, and said softly, "Mother, it's me."
The sound is like a spring breeze, gentle enough to drip flower dew.
Concubine Xie scribbled her messy hair, her eyes confused and her expression bewildered: "Ming Yue Nu...where's Erlang? He said he would come to see me today..."
Yao Ying gently held her arm and said softly, "Mother, my brother wrote back saying that he was delayed on the road and would not be back for two days."
Concubine Xie was stunned and asked cautiously, "Really?"
Yao Ying walked back with her mother, patiently coaxing her: "Really, brother will be back in two days."
Concubine Xie's eyes were wandering, and she kept repeating over and over again: Erlang, come back.
Yao Ying assured her tirelessly: "Second brother will come back."
He used both coaxing and deception to send Concubine Xie back to her bedroom.
The palace maid brought the freshly boiled medicine.
Yaoying washed her hands, took the comb and combed Concubine Xie's long hair, helped her wash and comb her hair, and fed her medicine with her own hands.
Sour plums are added to the medicine, which makes it sweet.
Concubine Xie drank the medicine obediently, and suddenly reached out and touched Yaoying's cold wrist.
The weather is getting warmer, and Yaoying is afraid of the heat, so today she is wearing a pomegranate red polka-dot open-necked skirt, a thin wing-like wide-sleeved shirt, and a brocade-edged half-sleeve on the outside. When she raised her hand, her sleeve slipped down, and her white wrist was covered with frost.
Concubine Xie asked with sympathy, "Mingyuenu, are you cold?"
As he spoke, he picked up the shawl beside the couch and put it on his daughter's shoulders.
She kept reminding him: "Don't catch a cold... Mingyue Nu can't catch a cold... She needs to take medicine every day..."
Gentle and loving, as always.
Yaoying felt a little sad and shook her head: "Mother, I'm not cold." She continued to feed Concubine Xie the medicine.
Even though she was stupid and crazy, her mother still remembered to care about her.
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At that time, Concubine Xie and Tang had a dispute, Tang died, and Li Deqian was angry with her. She was completely desperate and fell ill.
Not long after, the Xie family defended the empty city to protect the common people from crossing the river, and the whole family was in great spirit.
Concubine Xie lost her blood relatives and her only support. Li De's attitude towards her became even colder, and she became crazy, stupid and foolish from then on.
She had never intended to harm Tang, and Li Xuanzhen still felt unsatisfied after seeing this end.
Even after she swallowed the gold and committed suicide, he still said to those around him: "This vicious woman deserves to die!"
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Li Yaoying watched Concubine Xie fall asleep, then walked out of the bedroom with a slight frown on her face.
In the past few years, Concubine Xie's condition has been up and down. She visited famous doctors all over the world to treat Concubine Xie. Although there has been some improvement, Concubine Xie's illness is ultimately a heart disease.
Many years ago, Concubine Xie relied on the love of her brother Uncle Xie and insisted on marrying Li De.
Uncle Xie had no choice but to marry her off and used all the strength of the family to support her husband.
In the end, the entire Xie family suffered losses.
What he got in return was Li De's cold treatment.
Yaoying sometimes thought that Concubine Xie's mental disorder might not be a bad thing.
Li Zhongqian also thought so.
The brother and sister never mentioned their uncle Xie who had died in the city in front of Concubine Xie. Concubine Xie thought that the Xie family was still alive in this world, but just didn't want to associate with her.
Doctor Yu rushed over, examined Concubine Xie's pulse, and wrote a new prescription.
The palace maid fanned the stove to boil tea, and Yao Ying invited Doctor Yu to sit in front of the corridor for some tea.
The aroma of tea wafted in the air. Doctor Yu looked at the white tea foam in the glass teacup, pondered for a moment, and said to Yao Ying, "My lord, I am a man of limited talent and learning, and I am honored to receive your trust."
Yao Ying smiled, stood up, and bowed to Doctor Yu: "Feng Yu, you are too kind. My mother's illness is actually a heart disease. In the past few years, it is thanks to Doctor Feng Yu's kindness and care for my mother. My brother and I have not thanked Feng Yu yet."
Doctor Yu was so overwhelmed by the flattery that he dared not accept Yao Ying's greeting. He fell to the ground and did not get up. He waited until Yao Ying finished greeting him before he dared to return to his seat.
After discussing Concubine Zheng's condition for a few sentences, Doctor Yu remembered something: "The famous Indian doctor that your Excellency asked me to find out about last time has arrived in Beijing and is currently staying at the Da Ci'en Temple in Jinchangfang."
Yao Ying looked delighted.
At the end of the previous dynasty, the country was in chaos. To avoid the war, monks from the Central Plains fled to the relatively peaceful Shu.
After Li De ascended the throne, he sent troops to Shu to persuade the eminent monks to return to Beijing.
Among them was a monk from India who was said to be not only well versed in Buddhist philosophy, but also a master of medicine. He traveled from India to Guangzhou by sea, traveled through most of the Central Plains, and finally went to Shu. This time he would return to Chang'an with other monks from the Central Plains.
Yao Ying had heard of the monk's reputation a long time ago and was looking forward to his early visit to Beijing.
Doctor Yu continued, "If you want to ask him to check your concubine's pulse, it's better to do it as soon as possible. I heard that he is in a hurry to go to the Western Regions. This time he came to Chang'an just to pay homage to the Buddha's relics enshrined in the Ci'en Temple."
Yao Ying thought about it, sent Doctor Yu away, ordered the servants to prepare the carriage, and decided to leave the palace immediately.
Da Ci'en Temple was built by Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi, in memory of his mother, the Empress Changsun. The eminent monk Xuanzang once presided over the temple affairs here, organized the translation of Buddhist scriptures, and promoted Buddhism. Xuanzang and his disciples founded the Consciousness-Only School of Chinese Buddhism, so Da Ci'en Temple is regarded as the ancestral temple of the Consciousness-Only School.
In order to welcome the eminent monks returning from the north, Da Ci'en Temple has been renovated. The temple buildings are magnificent, the palace is majestic, and the rebuilt Big Wild Goose Pagoda stands majestically on the bank of Qujiang River, solemn and dignified.
The first batch of monks from Shu arrived, and the temple was bustling with activity.
The prison official had not slept all night and was very busy. When he saw the monk in charge of reception enter the room, his brows frowned slightly.
The monk in charge of reception handed over the invitation. The dean took it, looked at it for a few seconds, and immediately put down the work in his hands and walked out of the hall.
As soon as I stepped out of the door, I heard the rustling of footsteps in the corridor.
Several personal soldiers in short-sleeved robes came over, escorting a young lady with a stunning appearance.
The girl had bright eyes, white teeth, an ethereal figure and jade-like complexion, with a light veil fluttering in the wind and sleeves flying in the air. It was as if the voluptuous and graceful female deity in the mural in the temple had come to life.
Wherever she passed, the little nun could not help but look up, but was glared at several times by the older monks beside her, so she lowered her head and silently recited scriptures.
The author has something to say: Zoroastrianism: Zoroastrianism, the state religion of ancient Persia.
Consciousness-Only School: One of the Chinese Buddhist sects, founded by Master Xuanzang and his disciples in the Tang Dynasty, also known as the Faxiang School, the Ci'en School, the Yingli Yuanshi School, etc. (It is relatively advanced and requires a high level of entry. In simple terms, it is too difficult and not many people practice it. After a few generations of Xuanzang and his disciples, it declined.)
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